“I’m ready,” the third man said, walking around behind Rachel and slotting his fat cock between the swollen red lips of her pussy. “Shit, what the fuck happened? She dry up on you guys?”
“Don’t worry,” Frank said, edging up to Rachel’s face again and smearing his leaking cock over her cheek and nose. “It just makes her pussy seem tighter and hotter. And fuck, we don’t care whether she’s having a good time or not, do we?”
Rachel’s back was starting to bleed from the savage whipping it had taken. The antenna whipped drops of blood into the air every time it swished back off her body. Rachel looked like a sexy slave girl, marked by the lash of her cruel master’s whip.
But the pain wasn’t the worse of what she was feeling. The worst was the knowledge of how completely she had been degraded. She was strapped down over the top of her husband’s old desk in her own front yard, her clothes hanging in tatters from her voluptuous body. She was being fucked and abused by three men at the same time. They were taking turns on her mouth and pussy as though she was some sort of whorish slave who lived only for their amusement. And while it was happening, a boy young enough to be her son was watching the whole spectacle.
“Please finish!” she whimpered as Buster pulled his cock out of her mouth. Her lips were connected to the fat head of his prick by dozen lines of spit and fuck-lube. “I can’t take anymore! You’re tearing me up inside!”
“Shit,” Frank said, pushing his cock between her lips while Buster smeared his cum over her nose, “were having fun. Don’t get to fuck a bitch as fun as you every day. We’re going to make it last as long as we can.”
They made it last for over an hour. Like some evil assembly line the three men traded places around Rachel’s gorgeous, bound body. Each time one of them came close to cumming he would pull out of her mouth or cunt and make room for one of the others. Rachel’s lips swelled from the bruising they took from sliding cocks. Her mouth became numb and her tongue ached from the strain of licking at the trio of cocks. Her face was so slimy from spit and fuck-lube that she looked as though an army of slugs had fought a war on her beautiful features.
The men finally stopped whipping her, but by the time they did, Rachel’s back and ass were a bloody, welted mess. When Buster had gotten tired, he had passed the antenna to Frank, and Frank in turn had given it to Jerry. They didn’t stop until all three of them were too tired to swing the antenna.
Her poor pussy was almost swollen shut. After forty-five minutes of constant friction it had begun to grow damp again, but the lubrication was far too little, and far too late. Her pussy-lips were swollen to three times their normal size, so puffy that they peeled back like ripe fruit. The inside of her cunt was bleeding in several places. The men laughed at the spots of her blood that speckled their cocks, taking great pride in having fucked her bloody. They laughed and Rachel whimpered when they made her lick her blood away.
The beautiful, victimized housewife was almost unconscious when the men decided that it was time for them to go. Buster was the first to blow his load up her brutalized pussy and when his thick jism spewed into her, Rachel’s eyes flew open and she screamed in agony. The cum was like acid in her raw pussy. It sizzled like fire into her wounded pussy-flesh.
“Look at her now!” Frank said with a laugh as Rachel bucked her ass in a hopeless attempt to escape the burning load of jism. “What a wildcat! She just needed a little loving to wake her up!”
Buster pulled back as soon as he stopped shooting and Frank jumped behind Rachel to take his place. The sexy housewife pleaded for the other two men to cum in her mouth, but they just laughed at her. Less than a minute later Frank was cumming, waking her wounded pussy with more burning cock-juice. Rachel screwed like a madwoman. She banged her head against the desk and pulled at the belts until her wrists and ankles bled. She thrashed wildly, knowing that her crazed movements were making Frank’s organ even more enjoyable but unable to stop her instinctual drive to escape the pain.
Jerry was the last of the three men to spew his jism up Rachel’s cunt. By the time he jammed his cock in, Rachel’s pussy was dripping with fuck-slime. His cock sounded like a bathroom plunger as he fucked it deep inside her. Rachel cried at the horribly degrading sound his cock made as it stirred the two loads of cum inside her pussy.
Jerry’s load of jism bubbled back out of Rachel’s swollen cunt almost as quickly as he shot it in. Gooey streams of fuck-slime ran down her trembling inner thighs and coated Jerry’s hard-thrusting cock. The pain wasn’t quite so bad the third time, because her injured cunt had already been burned almost numb by the first two loads of salty jism. When they were done, the men stepped away from Rachel and observed her proudly. Her voluptuous body was sprawled limply across the table. The only signs of life within her were her rapid, shallow panting and the slow, spasmodic shifting of her hips across the desk. Her back and ass were covered in red welts from the antenna whipping. Cum leaked from the reddened, swollen lips of her cunt, splattering on the ground below her. Her face was smeared with fuck-lube. All three of the men were satisfied that they had fucked the beautiful housewife into the dirt.
They made her lick and suck their cocks clean before they left. Rachel stared at them with weary, vacant eyes as she lathered their pricks with her tongue. The humiliation of having to suck clean the cocks of the strangers who had hurt her so terribly was almost more than the bound beauty could stand. But what came next was even worse. Frank bought her soiled panties for a dollar. Buster gave her a dollar for the antenna and slapped her ass with it a few more times while he stuffed his money up inside her swollen, sloppy cunt. Jerry was the worst. He pulled out a dozen of Rachel’s cunt-hairs with one hand as he pushed a handful of change into her pussy. Rachel laid her head against the table and clenched her eyes tightly shut, unable to bear the mocking looks the three men gave her.
“Thanks for the demonstrations,” Buster said, and all three men laughed as they left the yard.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jack made Rachel dig the money out of her cunt and give it to him. Then he dragged her inside by a belt he looped around her wrists. Rachel tried to crawl after him, but he moved too fast, and after a few feet Rachel let herself go limp behind him. The front door was open and Jack gagged her through it and into the downstairs bathroom. He tossed her into the shower like a bag of garbage, turned on the hot water and left Rachel there while he used the phone.
Rachel screamed as the steaming water burned into the welts which marked her creamy back and silky asscheeks. She tried to stand up, and fell down twice before she could mange it. Then she adjusted the water’s temperature and stood under the hot spray, feeling the beat of the water bring her slowly back to life. She didn’t pull the belt off her wrists, though. She knew that Jack would punish her if she did that. The thought of him hurting her made her tremble like a frightened child. When he came back, and she saw what he was carrying, she cried out in despair.
“What kind of stupid cunt are you?” he asked with a smile, waving an enema bag in front of her face. “You can’t resell this shit once you’ve used it. It’s fucking gross.”
“No, Jack!” Rachel whispered, her voice breaking with fear and weak ness. “You fucked me for so long with the vibrator! And those men really hurt me! Please, Jack, at least let me rest for awhile! You know you can have me anytime you want me! You know how weak I am! Please just let me rest for awhile!”
“Rest?” Jack smiled. Without warning he slammed his fist into the hollow pit of Rachel’s stomach. “Rest, you fucking lazy slut? Your husband’s out of town for a week, Mrs. Welch. The only rest you’re going to get while he’s gone is when you’re flat on your back taking a cock up your smelly old cunt!”
Jack hit her four times at lightning speed, driving his fist into her huge tits and flat, tiny stomach. The punches to her stomach drove the wind out of her lungs and made dark spots dance in front of her eyes. The blows that flattened her big tits hurt her so bad that it made every muscle in her body go slack. Jack snorted with disgust as Rachel fell into a heap at the bottom of the tub. He planted his foot on the small of her back, pinning her there, and turned the water all the way to cold. Rachel screamed in pain as the freezing water splashed over her ass and back. Jack turned the tap back to hot and she screamed again.
Jack took his foot off Rachel’s back and pulled her up onto her knees, and she held that position for him, even when he played the shower’s spray right into the peeled-back lips of her battered pussy. Rachel cried like a baby, her sexy body shivering with pain, but she accepted her punishment.
He pulled her from the bathtub and made her kneel on the floor beside the toilet. Then he stuck the tube up her ass and gave her a three-quart enema. He took the dirty water from the toilet bowl. Rachel cried with shame as he filled up the bag and then began to empty it up her asshole. The thought of the dirty, filthy water flushing up inside her bowels made Rachel cry. Jack settled his foot against the back of Rachel’s neck while he filled her bowels with toilet water, pressing her beautiful face against the cold bathroom tile.
Jack couldn’t imagine anything sexier than what he was seeing now. The welts had faded on Rachel’s back and ass to the point where they were still very visible but didn’t detract from her beauty at all. Her creamy skin sparkled with the water from the shower and a glossy sheen of sweat. Her buxom body was arched like that of a stretching feline, her slender, bound arms stretched high above her head, her face and tits pressed to the floor, and her big, sexy ass waving high in the air. Her beautiful face looked even more alluring with his dirty boot pressed against it and a look of pain and fear creasing her perfect features.
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